My ancestors.

Fine lines designed for me to shine,
my people fine dine, I grind,
rhymes combined with beats,
the streets is red hot, I am not,
slinging rocks but get bread,
without breaking a sweat,
the supreme knowledge I drop,
my ancestors created great civilizations,
the science of Gods and Earths,
gave me the birth,

I got knowledge to be street smart,
wisdom from the bible, overcome,
the system, my rivals arrive with rifles,
I control my soul, the original man's ritual,
be rhyming on a digital rhyme book,
without hooks, I leave wack rappers shook,
like a booty at a carnival,

My rhyme book is digital.

My rhyme book is digital, the cultural ritual,
the superior spiritual, wisdom for your system,
listen while I rap, dissing is crap,
read the facts, do not sleep, it is wack,
my slang is the bomb, this kid calm,
hype when it my time to spit,
rhyme fanatic, vocab is legit,
the slick format, mind on gold plaques,
use to smoke fat sacks, now that the garden
of Eden is here, I am aware, practise
my mind, soul and my body,

the hotties use to make my dome sky rocket,
now that I am looking for the next one,
my text is blessed son, I wreck with techniques,
checks flow, I am set, bro hip hop is alive,
some rappers are dead though, where you be at?
while my people bleed, I see through fakers,
they refuse to make, they can take,
but they never can touch my pride,
where I reside I never have to hide,
the true colours of my skin,
the position I am in makes me immune,
to your dissing, they just wishing,
the status I have, the math and the craft,
can not be mastered if you lack,
power to the people, God of the Israelites,
I praise.

The iron lion.

The original man's understanding is slamming,
set trend not getting bent, sober,
dope raps got cats in cobra clutch,
intense with sentence deeper than interest in a Benz,
immense how I make sense, build my empire,
from here to Zaire, work for every cent,
the gent, what I mean is what I meant,
time is money, funny how it flies,
I slide like a quantum physician,
the mission is to blaze the beat,

I am so hood, I am so street,
quite polite for fly ladies,
my brothers always get me right,
that is what keeps my family tight,
I twist the others, I shine my people too,
the truth shall be heard, from here to Zion,
I represent the Iron Lion.

Widom body.

I need no Buddha, my natural high is,
all about moohla, the wrecking techniques,
identical to no, although guns pop,
my people run for crumbs, sons catching bids,
I pray for the slain rappers and their family,
the main theme to not to hit the mainstream,
keep my status underground, bringing the thunder sound,
you wonder how I stay above the waters like a lotus.

I stimulate your thoughts, I brought my skills,
I got bills to pay, chill and droping knowledge,
dropped out the collage, still a street scholar,
dressed in Wally moccasin, style is street,
politics of the Asiatic kid is full of peaceful
thesis like Jesus, will the next hottie be my wisdom body?
but, I am street like Gotti.

Keep hating.

If you keep hating my people, there would be,
no ground for you to stand on, use to rock,
South Pole pants, my mind state is hands on,
grand slams and now chicks want me like Uncle Sam,
land on tropical Islands, zoning from mid night,
to the early morn, known corn in plain form,
off the dome songs, cats sniff out there nose bone,
crap they into, They ain't being through the half,
what I have being through, I ain't rude, but do not test me.

The best be hot, you doubt you are sick,
the slick formatted dope raps for gold plaques,
I ball black, tight like a fitted,
hype like I am entrance, now rappers physic,
I pray to the God of Israelites, pistols blow,
my mic is loaded with vocals like a scud,
the ruff sounds, the brown skin kid keeps it real.

In the streets.

cats plot I got hot raps to drop,
nothing but dopeness, hoping for big bucks,
I see crazy ducks stuck, do not care,
I am aware, I stare at fine chickens,
in the streets it is going down,
crazy clowns are getting gassed,

massive plans are set up I get ahead,
for bread, I rhyme and combine soul and mind,
my body remains the temple, God's science,
I practice, attractive females I smile at,
soul be rich like the bank of the Nile,
it is all phat, the soul claps and all that.

Aim for dough.

In plain form aim for dough,
Moet flow, wetting rappers with the fluid,
You know it, style stay fat,
Praise the most high,
Asiatic black kid the most fly,
I ghost you with poems?
Known for grammar slinging,
Off the dome lyrics, no gimmicks,
The scripts I write,
Tight like a virgin,

More style for you pal,
Freestyles written to be hitting,
If my skin pales, I catch a tan,
Getting tipsy off the whiskey,
Me and my friends, intense sentence,
For a Benz I spit, moon is lit,
Goon creeping like a thief,
Thugging and hugging the culture,